Chapter 61: Boss (4) ♥
Chapter 61: Boss (4) ♥
“…Noona.”
At my low voice, Noona didn’t really react, simply staring at me blankly. Leaving the empty plastic container aside, she had already taken the spot right next to me on the sofa.
The distinct scent of a woman’s body wafted over me, mingling with the faint perfume one might only encounter in a female-majority company. A sudden thought struck me—that I wasn't supposed to be in this space.
It was a strangely peach-like scent. It might have been an air freshener rather than perfume, but that wasn't what mattered right now. I was more than a little flustered by her reaction.
At the very least, it was becoming clear that this wasn't a place where we should be doing this, and in my panic, I tried to stop her somehow.
But how was I supposed to stop her?
Common sense dictated that siblings shouldn't act this way, but since we were already in that kind of relationship, such words were meaningless.
I took a deep breath and tried to come up with various excuses.
However, I realized that none of them would work. My body trembled slightly as I swallowed hard.
Without a single word of response, Noona drew closer. Our thighs, now pressed together, were soft and burning hot—hot enough to be felt even through our clothes.
Shh. Noona’s index finger covered my lips. Feeling her get closer, I squeezed my eyes shut.
I couldn't even consider the fact that there were people outside or that we might be caught at any moment.
I didn't even think about how disastrous it would be if we were discovered. A sudden surge of arousal filled my nasal passages.
“Mmph.”
Our lips met. My lips parted against her soft ones, and our tongues intertwined as they moved together.
The sticky kiss reminded me of the very first deviation I’d had with her.
The beginning of this entire relationship, and the first trick this game had played.
Perhaps Noona had harbored an intense sexual desire for me since then.
Reflecting on that past, I locked tongues with her as if possessed.
A complex taste remained. Perhaps because we had just eaten, a faint hint of the food lingered.
But even that was quickly swept away and vanished in the heat of intense arousal. I felt my pants bulge as I sensed her lust through our overlapping lips.
As if she had been waiting for it, Noona’s hand slipped into my pants and wrapped around my cock.
Her touch was vastly different from the rough movements I had felt just the night before.
It was a persistent, squeezing grip, yet it guided my cock with a pleasurable touch. A touch that felt almost like an obsession, yet wasn't frightening.
I let out a ragged breath at her touch, and while we continued to kiss, Noona skillfully lowered my zipper with her other hand.
And so, my cock was exposed in this forbidden zone. In this breakroom—a woman’s space where a male employee had likely never set foot—I was exposing myself.
Noona gently gripped my exposed cock and moved her hand up and down. Even though a handjob usually isn't as good as masturbation, her touch felt like incredible pleasure.
I suppose I should expect nothing less from Noona. Even amidst such stimulation, I couldn't think about the possibility of getting caught, and Noona seemed to be the same.
It was when we pulled our lips apart, panting as a long string of saliva stretched between us.
Knock, knock.
The sudden sound of a knock on the breakroom door caused both Noona and me to freeze instantly.
“Boss, are you alright?”
“Uh, yes. I’m fine. What is it?”
Her voice was slightly hoarse, but Noona spoke calmly while gripping my cock tightly. It almost looked like she was trying to hide it with her hand.
“I thought I heard a noise inside. Are you feeling unwell?”
“Ah, um, I think I might be feeling a bit under the weather. I think I strained my back while moving boxes earlier.”
At Noona’s excuse, Assistant Manager Kim let out an “Oh dear.” The sound of her grabbing the doorknob made my heart race.
Fuck. We’re going to get caught. That was my only thought, but...
“Shall I help you? Perhaps…”
“No, I’m fine. I think I’ll be okay after I get a little sleep.”
Thanks to Noona’s calm but quick response, the handle stopped turning.
“Ah... I see. Please don't overdo it.”
The sound of footsteps faded away again. Taking ragged breaths, I looked at Noona.
With her eyes narrowed, Noona grabbed my wrist and pulled me. I walked with her, my pants dragging and catching on my feet, and she laid me down on the bed.
The bed creaked under my weight, and Noona reached for her clothes.
Then, she pulled her stockings down from under her skirt. A long thread of fluid stretched from her crotch, which was already soaking wet with pussy juice. I reflexively swallowed hard and gripped the base of my cock.
What happened next was predictable. I lay back, and Noona climbed on top of me. Between her parted legs, my cock was slowly sucked into her as if disappearing, and Noona laughed, exhaling hot breath.
“Shh.”
Noona’s lips brushed my cheek, and her body began to move.
“…Ah.”
Before I could even speak, Noona’s breasts covered my face. Her breasts were fully exposed inside her clothes, which she had lifted at some point.
They smothered my face. Though I felt momentarily breathless, an involuntary, stifled groan escaped me as Noona began to twist her hips slightly, as if she wasn't satisfied with just that.
Noona pulled the duvet over us, covering both herself and me.
Only then did I realize her intention. Noona wanted to have sex with me despite the risk of being caught at any moment.
Naturally, my cock gave a violent throb, and Noona let out a sweet breath as she slowly moved her hips.
I could feel her pussy, drenched in juice. The pussy juice overflowing from her entrance soaked my half-removed underwear and my lower body, even staining the bedsheets.
The faint squelching sound was quieter than my own heartbeat. Amidst the explosive arousal, the sweat pooling in Noona’s cleavage and under her breasts dampened my face.
Even as the vivid fear that my life could be ruined at any moment if we were caught filled my head, I gasped at the pleasure provided by Noona’s tight, squeezing pussy.
Meanwhile, Noona’s ragged breath brushed from the crown of my head down to my ear.
“Jin-ah, does Noona’s pussy feel good?”
I couldn't answer. Being smothered by her breasts made answering a luxury I couldn't afford. Instead of responding, I hugged her waist tightly and thrust my hips upward.
Noona let out a delighted laugh at my actions and at the way my cock pulsed violently inside her.
“But, why did you do it with the other girls too?”
My body jolted and froze. As she brought up the issue I had been trying so hard to forget, Noona gave an alluring smile and moved her hips.
The slow, squelching sounds and the movement ruthlessly squeezing my cock... Her sticky, tightening pussy meat provided pleasure through various sensations, from the entrance to the very depths.
Because of that, my cock didn't lose any of its hardness, but conversely, a cold chill ran down my spine.
“Who did you do it with?”
As she asked, her hip movements became rougher, as if she didn't actually want an answer.
She moved her hips up and down mercilessly, letting out coquettish moans. We were doing something siblings shouldn't do, in Noona’s office, even though we might be caught by her employees.
If anything, that fact only added to the excitement. My cock grew even harder, and Noona’s panting increased as she picked up the pace.
The bed creaked, and I barely managed to catch the duvet as it threatened to slide off us uselessly.
“Min-i? Or Yuri? Or… both?”
We might get caught. We definitely might.
And yet, I was only feeling the urge to ejaculate slowly rising within me amidst Noona’s questioning voice.
“You left Noona behind, stood her up, and fucked the rest of the family? Hmm?”
The squelching, splashing sounds were enough to make me lose my mind. Noona’s breasts pressed even harder against my face, making it difficult to breathe, and my own breathing grew ragged.
I didn't even care about getting caught anymore. The duvet was slowly sliding down. Noona moved her hips on top of me as if possessed, hugging me tightly.
“Jin-ah, you like Noona the best, right? Don't you?”
It was a question I didn't even remember. But I could only gasp without answering, and Noona whispered while still pressing her breasts against my face.
“Noona is—”
Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps.
Before the sound of clicking heels could even reach the door, Noona moved hurriedly. She wrapped the duvet, which was almost trailing on the floor, around herself and pressed her body tightly against mine.
The pressure made it feel as if we were becoming one. I gasped for air, and the door opened.
“Boss, I bought the pain relief patches.”
The woman called Assistant Manager Kim opened the door, her voice sounding somewhat timid.
I couldn't see her face, but I felt her gaze land on Noona and me, and my body gave a violent shudder.
We’re caught. We’re going to get caught. As my breath hitched while buried between Noona’s breasts...
I ejaculated, my glans pressed right against Noona’s cervix.
It was an ejaculation that felt like it was emptying my testicles. My vision went white, and a groan escaped me. My toes curled and uncurled repeatedly as I poured the semen that had filled my urethra into Noona’s uterus, and Noona, momentarily forgetting to even respond to the sensation of the semen filling her, reached her climax.
“Boss…?”
“…Ah, thank, you. It hurts a bit… I think I’ve come down with something.”
Whether it was due to the lack of oxygen or Noona’s breasts pressing down on my head, that was all I could hear.
I trembled slightly, catching my breath as I felt the afterglow of the ejaculation. Before I knew it, only Noona and I were left in the breakroom.
As Noona sat up, a long string of saliva stretched from her cleavage to my face.
At our point of contact, a sticky mixture of semen and pussy juice dripped down, staining the bed, and Noona’s face was dazed and slack.
For a long time, we siblings remained joined, staring blankly.
I remembered the cruise trip when I first slept with Noona.
That time when we stayed embraced for three hours with me still inside her. That sense of unity, as if our bodies had melted into one.
With that same feeling, I moved my hips, leaving the scent of my semen in the breakroom that had once been filled only with the scent of women.